“Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warmhearted. I believe especially in being warmhearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warmheartedly, everything would come all right. It’s all this cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy.”

“But you don’t fuck me cold-heartedly,” she protested.

“I don’t want to fuck you at all. My heart’s as cold as cold potatoes just now.”

“Oh!” she said, kissing him mockingly. “Let’s have them sautées .” He laughed, and sat erect.